Leader of the Samarian Travelers MC giving Dana a hard ride

You quietly follow Mary around the corner of the dumpster corral holding regular brown and gray bins, plus a red one for medical waste. Once you turn the corner, a smile tugs at your lips.

You're looking at the back of a burly fellow wearing a vest decorated with an emblem of a strong hand reaching down to grasp another hand reaching up in need. The letters above the emblem read: SAMARIAN TRAVELERS MC and below the emblem, GO AND DO LIKEWISE.

Over his shoulder you see the head of a fit, fiftyish woman with her blonde hair in a cap cut, wearing mirrored shades, her arms over the man's shoulders with her hands clasped together, her knees spread, her boot heels braced on his buttocks. Master Patrolman Dana Polk.

The fellow in the motorcycle vest has his arms forward, his hands clasped under Dana's butt as he rails her hard and fast against the wall.

Dana's getting the ride you figure she needs after her rough day on the highway. She's grinding back at him. Right on. Get it, lady, get it. Is she close? You can't tell. You can't see behind her mirrored sunglasses.

Dana's knees jerk outward and press inward, squeezing her thighs in on the man's ribs. Her face flushes pink and her head strains forward over the man's shoulder. Her mirrored aviator glasses fall off and tumble to the ground.

There, lady. Get those cookies, Officer, get 'em.

She's got an intense come face. Knows what she wants, and she's getting it. Younger ladies can go off like firecrackers, like rockets, and they can be freaky nymphos, diving right in, but your favorite partners are gals thirty and up, just getting those cookies for mama, in it to win it for themselves. You love that so much, a lady who's all in on purpose, even more than you are.

You squeeze Mary's hand, and she squeezes back. "You want some of that from me?" you ask your wife. You put your hand on the seat of her jeans and give her butt a fond squeeze.

"Oh, honeybear," she protests, keeping her voice low. "I'd be too afraid you'd drop me to feel good with that."

You slide a hand down Mary's spine. She shivers.

"Seems like we're both in the mood to play along, sweetie-pie," you tell her. "How about we prop you up there, and we can go and do likewise, like the Good Book says."

"You wicked man, honeybear," she says. Her breaths are coming deep and fast as she watches the hookup she arranged for the veteran lady cop. You run your fingertips down Mary's back. She shivers again.

Dana Polk is getting railed against a plain flat wall, her legs around her partner's waist. Her arms tense, her knees jerk, and her head bends forward with another spasm of climax. Mary twitches, catching a wave off the motorcycle cop lady.

"How about it, sweetie-pie? Right over there."

The low wall around the dumpster corral turns where it meets the building, forming a shelf the width of two bricks side by side.

Dana has been quiet through all this, the only sounds being the slap of flesh and the hiss of fast breaths. She's starting to make little sounds down in her throat now.

You tug at the elastic waist of Mary's jeans. "Now's the time if we want to play along, sweetie-pie."

Mary kicks off her shoes and yanks her jeans and panties down. You boost her up onto the low ledge. Perfect. Out comes Old Number One, and in. Mary wraps her legs around your waist, and you start giving her the ride that Dana's getting. Do likewise, says the Good Book. Do likewise.

But before you've gotten properly started, you hear low groans from the couple further down the wall.

"Officer, I'm, gonna!" he says urgently.

"Yes, yes, yes," Dana says. "Keep going. Keep going!" Her voice trails off in a growl, and her muscles stand out, tensed in another climax.

"Gonna fill you UP!" His hips lurch forward and press hard, holding his dick deep inside as he dumps his load, grunting with each pulse of his dick.

Dana tilts her chin back and rests her head against the wall. She's chuckling, low and quiet.

You and Mary stand quietly, listening to Dana and the fellow Mary hooked her up with. Their breathing slows. They're whispering to each other.

"Sure, no problem," he says, speaking aloud. "You okay to ride behind me?"

She unfolds her legs. He eases her down.

"Whoa," Dana says, staggering. "My legs are all wobbly. I'll be good as soon as I've got a bike between my legs. But you'll have to keep me steady getting there."

He helps her balance as she gets her legs covered up. Her first few steps are very shaky.

"Officer, ma'am, will you let me carry you?"

There's the space of a quiet breath.

"Pick me up, please," Dana says.

The burly fellow with the motorcycle vest picks up Dana in a bridal carry. Dana looks at you and Mary against the wall, smiles, and gives you a little nod.

The fellow carries Dana down the side of the building and around the far corner, not looking back.

Your dick is soft, and slides out of your wife's pussy.

"I'm sorry, sweetie-pie, I think we lost the moment. Rain check?"

Mary laughs. "Rain check, honeybear."

You ease your wife back down, grateful for the ledge that had supported her weight -- Mary is big as well as strong -- and cover back up to make yourselves street-legal.

Dana Polk's mirrored sunglasses are the only evidence left of her three-climax quickie, held up against the alley-side wall of the emergency clinic.

You clear your throat. "Guess we should let Lindsay know the plans."

But Mary already has her phone out.

You have 1 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

Dana's partner (random NPC): King of Hearts (Lord, Social), d6=6 unusual age or origin: Jack of Diamonds (Specialized, Technical). The leader of a social motorcycle club focused on safety, skills, and emergency assistance.

Rolls: Roll +Hot(+1, with Submissive) to TELL HER: 8 + 1 = 9, she will if you turn her on. Roll +Hard(+1, with Submissive) to FUCK HER: 5 + 1 = 6, Miss.

What's the plan with Lindsay?

• Take off with the RV and find a stopping point in the state forest.
• Find a place to park the RV tonight with Lindsay, start tomorrow together and travel for a half-day before Lindsay turns back.
• Something else?

Possible Oracle rolls: is the main highway still a mess? Is the spot in the state forest suitable, and does it have any unusual features?